Some feelings are fruitless, but ah, I still can't help but feel my heart for him.
She told herself not to be tempted anymore, it would hurt herself
In fact, secret love is like a flower, blooming silently, admiring it alone, then withering and turning into dust, it is also humble like dust.
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So, what about him?
He was the one who was admired by the stars, how could he notice her hundreds of millions of light years away?